The second stanza in particular spoke to me, especially the lines: 'Your eyes holding the river & hawk/ Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion'. A bit early for thaw, even though it feels like spring over here!

I'm struck by you capturing a moment of awakening, being part of the great cycle of life. It seems there's a cycle to feeling and emotion too--I love your 'mourning is over like the night.' Sometimes we need to escape from our dreaming. This is very perceptive and smart, and is moved by active and striking images. Fine work.Steve K.